The vastness of the hunting battlefield and the brilliant distribution of six-color star mist arouse endless imagination.
"Wow——"
In a red star mist as thick as blood plasma, an old man from the angel race stood on a cosmic rock more than two hundred meters long, with holy light flowing in his eyes as he looked into the distance.
He is very old, with dense wrinkles on his face, a rather stooped figure, and the angel wings on his back are in tatters. He has obviously suffered a lot of torture in hell.
This is the only way to return to the home star of the Immortal Vampire Clan.
In the distance, a golden light spot appeared in the starry sky.
is a person.
His figure is radiating golden light, walking in the void, and jumping a considerable distance with every step he takes. It is Zhang Ruochen who is searching for Emperor Yu to no avail and is preparing to return to the home planet of the Undead Vampire Clan.
This old man from the angel clan is named Ci Haikong.
He turned around and rushed into the red star mist, and said to the Great Sage Tiannu hiding inside: "That traitor Zhang Ruochen is here!"
In the red star mist, a great sage used his holy blood to carve out formation inscriptions that could mask their presence.
Including Ci Haikong, an old man from the angel tribe, a total of twelve hundred-flag realm heavenly slaves gathered in the red star mist, including a lizard-like monster sage, a bald man with a beard, and some who grew up in the vortex of water.
plant life…
Upon hearing the name "Zhang Ruochen", each of them released strong murderous intent.
The plant life growing in the whirlpool of the water released specks of light all over its body and transformed into a white-haired old woman.
Her eyes were ferocious as she said: "Zhang Ruochen was originally an outstanding figure that Heaven spent countless resources to cultivate, but he took the initiative to seek refuge in the Hell Realm. He is such a traitor and must be cut into pieces."
Cihaikong said: "Although Zhang Ruochen escaped from the ghost star, his body is stained with blood and he must have been seriously injured. Today is a great opportunity to eliminate evil and eliminate evil."
A dwarf who was so skinny and skinny sat on a crystal clear rock in the star mist and said: "In the Holy Prison, I heard that Zhang Ruochen massacred a large number of young geniuses in my Heaven Realm at the Kunlun Realm Merit Battlefield.
Only in this way can you be qualified to join the hell realm."
"I have been imprisoned in the hell world for six hundred years. I must kill a valuable monk in the hell world and return to the heaven world in order to be taken seriously again. Zhang Ruochen is the best candidate."
This dwarf's name is Zhi Shang, and he is the only Dzogchen Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm present.
What is surprising is that he actually has a war weapon in his hand.
It was a silver axe. The handle was higher than his body. On the axe, there were sun patterns on one side and moon patterns on the other. There were king-level inscriptions flowing on the edge of the axe.
This three-dimensional king's holy weapon battle ax was the weapon that Zhi Shang captured after killing a great sage of the Stone Clan.
Ci Haikong sneered: "With so many great saints gathered together, it is strange that we cannot kill Zhang Ruochen. Now we will..."
"Boom."
An explosion sounded.
The space covered by the holy blood formation was shaken violently by an unknown attack.
"You're here now, is there any point in hiding your head and showing your tail?"
Zhang Ruochen's voice turned into sound waves, passing through the holy blood formation and reaching their ears.
The expressions of the twelve hundred-flag realm saints all changed.
The dwarf stood up suddenly, with holy light shooting out from his body, and the battle ax in his hand released a dazzling silver light.
"No, Zhang Ruochen actually attacked us. How did he know we were hiding here?"
Ci Haikong's eyes were solemn, with a look of guilt on his face, and he said: "He must have noticed it when I was observing him just now. This kid's perception and mental power must be very terrifying."
"boom!"
Outside, attack again.
The space trembled once, and a large number of holy blood formations became dim.
The surrounding temperature rose sharply, as if it had turned into a furnace.
Twelve Great Sage Heavenly Slaves of the Hundred Flail Realm were shocked and confused. One of them discovered that there were white balls of pure annihilation divine fire that burned through the inscriptions of the formation and floated into the formation.
"The emperor's flame purifies and extinguishes the divine fire."
A bald man with a beard, his right arm was stained by the Divine Fire of Purification, and his sleeves immediately burned. The skin of the Great Sage, which was a thousand times tougher than black iron, was burned red and seemed to melt.
It is also the Emperor Flame. The higher the monk's realm, the more fire rules he incorporates, and the more powerful the flame will naturally be.
Today, Zhang Ruochen's Divine Fire of Purification has the terrifying power to refine the Great Sage of the Hundred Flails Realm to death.
Ten golden wings spread out on Zhang Ruochen's back, suspended in the sky above the red star mist, releasing a steady stream of pure extinguishing divine fire, completely covering the red star mist with a diameter of three hundred miles below, turning it into a sea of white fire.
The stability of the entire starry sky is rising sharply.
"Zhang Ruochen wants to kill all of us here. Break out immediately and go out to fight him."
The white-haired old woman let out a long roar, and her white hair stood upright, turning into vines made of white jade, winding and growing rapidly, passing through the layer of flames that extinguished the divine fire, and struck Zhang Ruochen suspended in the sky.
Although she is a plant life and is very afraid of flames, because her cultivation level is high enough, she can withstand the burning of the Divine Fire of Purification in a short period of time.
"Spirit Wind Vine."
Zhang Ruochen muttered softly and ignored the white vines rushing towards him. However, the Holy Food Flower rushed out from his back and turned into wisteria vines wrapped in thunder and lightning, spreading downwards.
"Master, this Spirit Wind Vine belongs to me!"
Moyin's enchanting figure walked out from behind Zhang Ruochen, with slender legs, a waist as soft as a willow, black lace on the chest, and looming snow-white skin.
Hundreds of thunder wisterias flew out from the five snowy onion fingers on her right hand.
Two waves of vines, one up and one down, collide with each other.
Lightning and hurricane strikes.
"Bang bang."
The white spirit wind vine did not last long and was struck by lightning and turned into black smoke.
The Sacred Food Flower has devoured too many talented people, and has Zhang Ruochen's demigod body to nourish itself, and has gained infinite benefits. Now that the Dao Fruit is mature, its combat power is enough to compete with the top level of the Hundred Flails Realm Dzogchen.
those who contend.
How can the mere Spirit Wind Vine be its opponent?
"It's the Holy Food Flower!"
The white-haired old woman was injured by lightning and made a dull sound from her mouth.
Suddenly, she sensed something, and she looked up. She saw hundreds of lightning wisterias from the Holy Flower, like rain, passing through the flame layer of the Pure Fire, wrapping and entwining her body.
"not good."
Before the white-haired old woman had time to dodge, the flower bones at the top of the thunder wisteria penetrated the immortal body.
In an instant, thousands of lightning bolts struck her body.
"ah……"
A scream came from the white-haired old woman's mouth, and she almost fainted.
The moment the thunder and lightning wisteria rushed into the flame layer of the Pure Extinguishing Divine Fire, the other eleven hundred-flag realm saints instinctively stepped back.
After seeing what happened to the white-haired old woman, they were about to rescue her, but the Thunder Wisteria dragged the white-haired old woman's body and instantly flew out of the space where the holy blood array was.
"Chase!"
The remaining angel wings on Ci Haikong's back spread out and turned into a white light, rising into the sky.
"Crack."
A lightning wisteria with a diameter of one meter, like a whip, was pulled out from above the flame layer of the Pure Fire, and hit Ci Haikong's body, causing him to vomit blood and fall back.
The faces of the remaining ten Great Sages of the Hundred Flails Realm became even more ugly.
Even if Zhang Ruochen was injured, he seemed to be very powerful, and he also had the Sacred Food Flower as a helper.
In an instant, he could capture the Spirit Wind Vine at the Hundred Flails Realm. The combat power of the Holy-Eating Flower on Zhang Ruochen was at least at the level of the Great Perfection at the Hundred Flags Realm.
Today's battle may not be as easy as they imagined.
"The Holy Blood Formation can last for ten breaths at most. We can't just sit there and wait for death. Let's attack together and kill them."
The dwarf grabbed the silver battle ax with both hands, continuously mobilized the holy energy in his body and injected it into the ax.
The silver light emitted by the silver battle ax is even more dazzling. Each ray of light is like a sharp blade, capable of killing monks in the holy realm.
"Break it for me."
The silver battle ax struck upwards, forming a huge ax shadow a hundred miles long, splitting the red star mist into two, tearing a crack into the flame layer of the Pure Extinguishing Divine Fire with a devastating force.
The shadow of the ax seemed to have the power to create the world, and it struck directly at Zhang Ruochen.
Zhang Ruochen, who was controlling the Divine Fire of Purification, just glanced at Ax Shadow lightly and closed his eyes.
"Wow."
Tens of millions of space rules flew out from between the eyebrows, freezing the space in front of him and turning it into a space shield up to a kilometer thick.
The shadow of the ax struck the space shield, shattering the frozen space layer by layer, sinking more than five hundred meters deep.
"The power is too weak, and it is far from enough to hurt me." Zhang Ruochen said indifferently.
The dwarf Zhizhang roared, and his two thick arms released streaks of red brilliance. The power became more powerful. With a "bang", all the thousand-meter-thick space shields were chopped into pieces.
Just as the ax shadow was about to fall on Zhang Ruochen's head, two space cracks flew out from Zhang Ruochen's eyes, directly cutting the ax shadow into three pieces, and then dissipated in the void.
With Zhang Ruochen's current cultivation level, he can use the power of space as he wishes.
"How can it be so powerful?"
Dwarf Jishang felt unbelievable. Didn't it mean that Zhang Ruochen only broke through to the realm of the Great Sage in the past year?
Even if he can fight across realms, he won't reach the level of Qianwen Realm, right?
The information in Tiannu's hands was quite lagging behind, and Zhang Ruochen's progress was too fast. Not only the dwarf was injured, but the other Tiannus were all stunned.
On the other end, after the white-haired old woman was dragged out of the flame layer of the Pure Fire by the lightning vines, she transformed into her original shape and turned into a white spirit wind vine.
Not long after, Moyin used hundreds of lightning vines to absorb all the Spirit Wind Vine.
"Master, my injury has healed! Next, play with them well." A soft and sweet voice came out of Moyin's mouth, with a charming smile on his face.
When Jiu used the Light of the Moment to explode himself, Moyin was also seriously injured.
Now that his injuries have healed, his fighting ability has improved to a higher level.
"Pah! Pah! Pah..."
Demonic Sound controlled hundreds of lightning wisterias, covering a radius of 300 miles, and sent all the Tiannu who tried to break out of the Purifying Fire away into flight, and no one could escape.
Tiannu, who was trapped in the purifying divine fire, all regretted it.
Why did we gather together before?
It's completely self-defeating.
Nowadays, even if you want to disperse and escape, it has become a very difficult task.
The flame layer that purifies the divine fire shrinks rapidly, squeezing Tiannu's space for movement and allowing the flame to become more concentrated.
Que Fei, a strong man from the dead tribe who transformed into the Holy King of the Elf Tribe, revealed his figure in a white star mist about five hundred miles away from Zhang Ruochen. He said in shock: "Zhang Ruochen is really ruthless and ruthless. He has no regard for the great sage in heaven.
They have no mercy and actually want to refine them all to death."
At this moment, I am afraid that no monk would dare to say that Zhang Ruochen is connected with Heaven.
I don’t know if the Divine Eye of All Realms was deliberately targeting Zhang Ruochen, and quickly projected the scene here to various places in the hell world and the battlefield of merit, causing another uproar.
The number of monks who wanted to attack Zhang Ruochen became more numerous.
"Chichi."
The area covered by the Pure Fire Divine Fire was reduced to about fifty meters in diameter. The eleven Hundred Flail Realm Great Saints tried their best to break through. Even if the magic sound was powerful, they could not completely prevent it.
The dwarf Weasling was the first to rush out, flying in an arc and appearing a hundred miles away.
Then, he roared loudly, lifted up the silver battle ax with both hands, and struck at the hundreds of lightning vines controlled by the demonic sound. Only by cutting off these vines could Tiannu, who was trapped in the pure fire of destruction, escape.
At that time, only by combining the power of the eleven hundred-flag realm saints with Zhang Ruochen and the Food Saint Flower, could they have the power to fight.
Out of the corner of his eye, Zhang Ruochen glanced at the dwarf Zhi Shang, and used only one hand to control the Divine Fire of Purification, while with the other hand, he grabbed the Ghost Head Whip that he had snatched from the Winged Ghost Emperor.
"Wow——"
The ghost-headed whip flew out like a gloomy black dragon and entangled the battle ax in the dwarf's hand.
From the top of the whip, a palace-sized skull poked out, its eyes burning with bone fire, and two sharp fangs exposed in its mouth, biting the dwarf's wounds into its mouth.
The dwarf injured a portable axe, and held the teeth of the skull with one hand, struggling to hold on.
Although he is a great sage in the Hundred Flail Realm, he has been imprisoned in the Holy Prison for six hundred years, and his body's blood energy has been severely lost. After entering the Huntian battlefield, his mental power was sealed again, and his combat power was naturally greatly reduced.
Even the Winged Ghost Emperor, who is ranked fifty-fourth on the Hundred-flag Realm Great Perfection Ranking, is more powerful than him.
Que Fei floated above the white star mist, a contemptuous smile appeared on his handsome face, and said: "These heavenly slaves are really useless. More than a dozen hundred shackles realm saints together, but they are defeated by Zhang Ruochen.
Catch them all in one fell swoop. Tsk tsk, it seems like I still have to help them."
Join two fingers together, form a sword gesture, and draw a circle in front of you.
In the center of the circle, a large amount of holy energy from heaven and earth gathered together to form a three-foot-long black sword.
Que Fei struck out with his palm, hitting the center of the circle, and the black sword flew out like a light shuttle. In an instant, it hit the skull at the top of the ghost whip, causing the skull to fly away.
The dwarf managed to get out of trouble, spinning his arms like a windmill and throwing the silver battle ax in his hand.
The silver battle ax rotated and flew, cutting off a large piece of thunder wisteria.
"Damn it! Who is helping them?" Moyin took two steps back, his charming eyes turned cold, and he released his mental power to look for the person who just drew the sword.
Zhang Ruochen knew what he was doing, and seemed much calmer. He took a deep breath, activated ten million divine patterns on his left leg, and suddenly stepped down with his foot.
Since we can't kill them directly, we can only find another way to end the battle.
"Yanshen legs."
Zhang Ruochen's legs burned with blazing flames, and as he stepped downwards, a huge flame god's leg appeared, with the soles of his feet covering a radius of hundreds of miles.
"Boom."
The fire cloud of the God of Purification was torn open by the legs of God Yan, and the powerful destructive force fell on the ten slaves of the Hundred Flail Realm, sending them flying in all directions.
Among them, three Heavenly Slaves with lower cultivation levels in the Hundred Flails Realm could not withstand the power of Yan Shen's legs. Their immortal holy bodies were shattered, their bodies and spirits were destroyed, and they died tragically on the spot.